“Why?”
“It wouldn’t be healthy.”
“Then why do you want to know about me?”
“So that I can help you.”
“You’ve done enough already.”
“I haven’t even started yet.”
“Donald, there’s nothing you can do.”
“What did Ringold have on you?”
“Nothing, I tell you.”
I kept my eyes on her. She fidgeted uneasily. After a while, I said, “Somehow you never impressed me as being the sort who would lie... Somehow I gathered the impression that you hated liars.”